While they gather their thoughts, I also would
like to thank you for caring for our little bunns and all of the other
bunnies who run afoul
of humans and fate. The longer we live with Lara and O’Toole, the
more I am certain that people fail to appreciate the sweetness, innocence,
ebullience, intelligence and subtlety of these creatures because they
are generally small and quiet. Only the most special humans devote themselves
to the care of those that people are too foolish to love. Mark and I
both are so grateful for our new friends and for your generous service
to their fellows.
Over the past month, we have watched them explore
their ever-expanding territory and come to trust (and test!) us every
day. Our little rabbits
are endlessly acrobatic and entertaining. (You didn’t tell us they
were flying bunnies!) We spend a fraction of the time in front of the
television that we used to and much more time rolling around on the floor.
This is a good thing. We love fussing over the bunns and thinking of
new ways to amuse them. They are a total delight, and we are so happy
we adopted
them from the Colorado House Rabbit Society.
Right now, O’Toole is perched on the sofa behind
my head like a little furry parrot. I believe they are ready to begin:
Dear Mother of Bunns,
We are happy rabbits, my darling Lara and
I. The Big Ones are very kind to us and bring us crunchy, crunchy
carrots and green things.
We even
had the squishy yellow things, which we adore! It is so divine,
the squishy yellow na-nas—-sweet and yummy!
The Big Ones stroke our little noses and give
us pony rides. We have space to run and leap. Did you know I can
fly, Bunn Mama? Well, I
can. So can Lara—Oh, she is so beautiful, my Russian princess!
There are little buildings to explore and chew chew, and noisy clatters
to
shake and bite when we are bored. During the day, we can watch
the little fluttery ones outside and listen to them sing. Lara re-arranges
the furniture
and nibbles on apple branches.
We were so scared when we left you and the
others, Bunn Mama. We miss you all. But the Big Ones spoke very
gently, very quietly. We thought
we heard, “forever home, forever home,” and we tried
not to worry. We take good care of each other, Lara and me, isn’t
that right, Girl?
The long shaky-vrrm ride was dark, tiring and
took many hours.
We did not know what would happen to us. But suddenly we smelled
sage and rosemary. The vrmm stopped and there was a bright light.
The Big
Ones opened a large house and let us go inside—We thought
some very fine bunns must live there. It was so beautiful,
so comfy, and had
all the things we like. They told us it was our house! We could
not believe our good luck. Lara ran up-and-down talking about how
to
re-decorate.
Oh, we love our bunn house. We eat well and play well, and we have
each other.
Thank you for taking care of us and giving us
to each other. We
will never forget you, Mother of Bunns. My sweet Lara wants you
to know that she thinks maybe people aren’t so bad—They
give good face rubs and pa-ya treats and sing us silly songs. But
she
is still
the Queen Bunn.
Love,
O’Toole and Lara